It was a fuck. It wasn't a love making. When she felt my sperm shoot up her womb she screamed out her lust, something I'd never heard her do. She was ... moaner, not a screamer. Or so I thought."YES! Give it to me! Give me a baby! Fuck me! Make me a baby!"I was stunned. We had talked about a baby, even about two babies but never had she showed any sign of wanting it now. I knew she couldn't get pregnant tonight because I had seen that the cap of her diaphragm had been empty, but just the thought. They were taking their own vacation this summer and they didn't trust you at home by yourself. You couldn't really blame them for not trusting you but this was a little extreme. After all, six weeks was a lot of time to spend at camp.You never were much of an outdoors person, but that was just one of the things you were not looking forward to. Leaving all you friends behind. And your boyfriend. Least of all communal showers.Finally the bus slowed to halt. Everyone stumbled off the bus, tired. She could see they were wet, she could see them glisten and she knew that they were wet with her juice. She watched Samantha slowly suck on her fingers, taking each one individually into her mouth and seductively sucking them clean.Samantha finished cleaning her fingers and moved up to kiss Hannah, to let her taste herself on her lips at the same time she slid her hand back down between her legs and continued to rub her.Hannah looked at Samantha, she could see the moisture on her lips and she. ‘Want me to get Crystal?’ ‘Sure. And you can leave our drinks on top of the dresser.’ When John finally left the room, the girls grinned at each other and took a few sips from their drinks. Celia took the perfume bottle and said, ‘Man, I’m starting to feel a little buzzed. Here, let me return the favor.’ Camaire turned around and bent herself over a chair. Celia looked at her quizzically, ‘You want me to perfume your ass? Ha ha, you think you are going to get your ass licked tonight?!’ .